Operation Dead Deer

[Silver.2]

Amid the rushing engineers hastily patching up the fighters scattered around, a lone Rogue sat staring at his console.

"Nia, Domus, I need you ta' look at my ship. I dun' want anythin' goin' wrong when tha' time comes..."

A slow stream of thought pushed into his mind.

"~Well, it shouldn't take long. Im just not used to Human ships yet~"

"Good"

He took a node and plugged it inot his cranal jack. Data began to flow freely from his augmented consciousness.

The crackling voice of his AI came to life. "<Sir, we've detected a few faults from your last esapade. I'll upload it to your console now>"

He looked back at his Arm Console. A RTM (Real-Time Model) came up.

"<Your modular scanning bay was hit by several missiles. Also, your Antimatter Cannon's stabilizer was almost entirely destroyed. You should fix that if you dont want to get vaporized by your own weapon.>"

"~Agreed~"

He sighed. "Fine. MECHANICS!"

A few men in tattered coveralls came up.

"Yes, Drake?"

He showed them the model.

"I want 'et fixed, ASAP!"

They took another look.

"Right away..."

They walked away to a rack full of parts.

"~Ugh. Why dont you just let the nanobots fix it~?" Nia questioned in his mind.

Drake chuckled a bit.

"Nia, yea've got alot ta' learn. Now les' join the others at tha' bar."

They walked through the hallways, catching glimpses of the base's inner workings. Various rooms wee filled with technicians, high ranking Rogues, and assistants.

He finally walked into the bar, a place that gave him more of a feeling of home than anywhere else. He took a seat at the bar, tucked away in the corner.

"Something strong, please..."